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01-28-2010, 06:15 PM
Alana silently walked down the hallways, trying to find all of her classes. She was catching pieces of the conversations when those of the murders caught her attention. Her father had briefly mention something about it, but she couldn't remember what since she had fallen asleep during the conversation coming from the airport earlier that morning. Her thoughts started to swirl around the thought of a psycho killer on the loose when she ran into someone. "Sorry!" She said, as the girl pushed through the crowd.
"Watch where your going, moron." The girl shouted over her shoulder, walking into her little group of friends. Alana sighed. So much for a good first day.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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